woah. i did this a wicked long time ago, still getting reblogs.

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I feel like helping anyone I can, everyone I can. Let me?

open to answer questions :)

Anonymous asked: November.
Yeah, I'm in a band and take art programs where I live.
There are a few.

Are you still in contact with them?

Thats cool, stick at it because you never know where the band might lead you!

Make a playlist of your favourite songs, put them on a cd, take a friend and go down one of those lanes, it can help a lot :)

Anonymous asked: Let's see. I'm under age and already kicked out of my legal parents house. I have a abusive boyfriend, and I'm constantly made fun of at school.
Yes, I do drugs. I pop prescription pills.
There is not allot of places to drive were I live with loud music. It's all residential houses.

How long ago were you kicked out? I’m sure your legal parents would take you back at some point.

I had the same problem at school, stick with your friends and ignore the haters, because to be honest, what they do is absolutely pathetic and they have no life if thats all they spend their time doing.

You are better than them, don’t ever tell yourself differently.

Have you tried doing anything else? Perhaps a sport, writing music etc?

Same here with the driving thing, are there any country lanes near you? That would be a great place to do it, plus the music doesn’t have to be loud enough for complaints, just loud enough so you can sing your heart out :)

With Love,

Juliet.

Anonymous asked: It's hard to say this. But I cut. I was hospitalized. It's odd. When you see the photos all over Tumblr of the 30 shallow scratches against someones arm... It's hard to even think they are doing it for anything but pain. I cut... I cut deep. I have only three scars. I have cut open each scar over and over again, deeper and deeper. I got to the point when cutting was too clean. I started to burn myself. I would take anything metal and burn it. Lay it across my wrist. Apply pressure, and watch it fall into my skin. It was and still is the best feeling that I have ever known.
I don't understand why people make fun of people who self harm. I don't understand why someone will SCRATCH themselves over and over... Scratches that aren't even like cat scratches. Post the photos on Tumblr, and stuff. It's not cool. Never has been, never will be.

Anywyas, I don't know what to do with my life. I just popped two oxy's. So maybe I'll feel better.

Hi there, is there anything in your life that has prompted you to cut, or do you feel like your life is not getting anywhere?

I agree with not understanding why people make fun of it, thats the last thing you want if you are suffering.

Have you ever thought of engaging in something else to replace what you do? I know it might not have the same effect for you but you don’t know until you try.

This might sound lame but I like to go for long drives with a friend and just sing as loud as I can to the car stereo, it makes me feel a little bit better, and takes some of the pain away.

Always here to talk, never forget that.

With Love,

Juliet.

I want to know your storys of letting go.

Opening up a SUBMIT box.

“If you need a reason a reason tonight
To cast every doubt from your heart and your mind
Look to tomorrow and maybe you’ll find
Something more. Something more.”

All of us have a thousand wishes. To be thinner, have more money, a new phone etc, etc, etc. A cancer patient only has one wish, to kick cancer’s ass. 97% of you won’t post this as your status, but my friends will be the 3% that do. In honor of someone who died, or is FIGHTING cancer, REBLOG this.

**is here to answer any question sent to ask.

"I know you have it hard sometimes, don’t let the bad things rule your life."

TSA

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